The strongest marriage of rebirth

After Qin Jun was discharged from the hospital, Chu Ci took Qin Jun to a familiar doctor for a more comprehensive and detailed examination. After the doctor patted his chest to ensure that Qin Jun was strong and healthy, Chu Ci was willing to let Qin Jun go home to rest.

No wonder Chu Ci was worried, this time it was really Qin Jun's luck that he didn't inhale too many drugs, otherwise Qin Jun would have to go to the drug rehabilitation center to stay with Jiang Xiaodong for a while.

On the other side, as soon as Jiang Xiaodong was sent to the drug rehabilitation center, he was cut off from the outside world. Xu Chengfeng spent a lot of effort but couldn't get in touch with Jiang Xiaodong. Like the ants on the pot, but they can only be in a hurry.

It was as if there was an invisible hand separating him from Jiang Xiaodong. This hand made all of Xu Chengfeng's network resources vanish into nothingness. It was impossible to simply pick up a small person from the drug rehabilitation center.

At the beginning, Jiang Zili was willing to bear all the charges because of Jiang Xiaodong's existence. Xu Chengfeng agreed with him to help Jiang Zili take care of Jiang Xiaodong. The two were polite on the surface, but they knew each other well. Threatening Jiang Zili.

Now that Jiang Xiaodong has fallen into Qin Jun's hands, Jiang Zili can't let Jiang Zili know, otherwise, Jiang Zili will definitely not be able to stay quietly in the prison.

Xu Chengfeng sat in the study, biting his fingernails, his thin body embedded in the seat, and staring at the report in front of him with dark eyes.

A business he invested privately under his hands failed, with a loss of nearly 1000 million. He secretly stole a sum of money from Wanhui's account to fill these vacancies. He developed distrust. Although he is called the general manager of Wanhui now, Xia Qiulian is in control of everything. Everyone sees that he has a great reputation on the surface, but he has no real power at all. It was fine before. In the future, when Xia Qiulian is buried, he will be able to control the real power of Wanhui, but now a Qin Jun has been killed halfway.

Qin Jun, Qin Jun, Qin Jun...

Small hybrid.

Xu Chengfeng repeated Qin Jun's name over and over, his eyes full of hatred.

"Jun Jun is going to pick out an engagement dress with Chu Ci this week, and I have to meet with my in-laws. Chu Ci's mother is very humorous and has a cheerful personality. I used to hope that Jing Qiu's personality could be like hers."

"Miss has always been very quiet, she is a lady of every family."

"Hey..." Xia Qiulian sighed, "Let's not talk about this, you can help me wrap the Jade Guanyin I bought a while ago, and I will give it to Chu Ci's mother this week."

Xu Chengfeng closed the half-open door with deep eyes. After thinking for a while, he walked quickly to the bed, took out the mobile phone in his suit pocket, and ran to the window to make a call.

The phone was connected after a while, when an impatient voice came from the other side, Xu Chengfeng swallowed subconsciously, and immediately said: "Jiang Bo, Qin Jun is going to marry Chu Ci, in this case, I, my status I'm in danger, you have to help me! Help me!"

Qin Jun changed into a new suit today, with a dark brown coat and jeans, and he looked extremely clean. Chu Ci called him early in the morning to make an appointment, and Qin Jun packed up early and went downstairs to wait.

It was very cold in late autumn, and today it dropped ten degrees in a row. The temperature in the morning was extremely low in a day. Qin Jun stood downstairs in the high-rise apartment building and watched the people hurrying to and fro. Bit by bit the cold air erodes.

The air quality in Chengde City is not very good, but in the morning, neither the car exhaust nor the factory gas is so strong. The relatively fresh air makes Qin Jun's mood suddenly up. Waiting for Chuci, doing nothing for a moment made him feel that life was slow, with a little bit of comfort and a little... nervousness.

This time I said that I was choosing the dress for the engagement, but in fact, I guess I will also choose the clothes for the wedding. First the engagement, then the marriage, marriage, marriage, marriage, marriage...

Worse, he seems to understand why some people have premarital phobias.

Chu Ci's sports car drove over, and the Lamborghini attracted crowds of onlookers. The high-rise apartment where Qin Jun lives is only a mid-to-high-rise residential area. Although there are many luxury cars, there are still a few who can afford a Lamborghini, especially the one driven by Chu Ci. This kind.

Many people around stopped to take pictures of the famous car, and there was a lot of discussion. It is estimated that a series of hatred against the rich will be triggered in their circle of friends.

The car stopped in front of Qin Jun, Chu Ci opened the door and walked out, glanced at Qin Jun and leaned forward. The two were about the same height, standing side by side, very eye-catching.

"Scarf." Chu Ci tidied up the scarf for Qin Jun before returning. He went to the other side of the car and opened the passenger door for him in a gentlemanly manner, making an invitation gesture.

Qin Jun laughed, let out a puff of white smoke, and instead of going to the co-pilot, he opened the door of the main driver and got in.

Chu Ci: "..."

Qin Jun inserted the car key, unscrewed it, stepped on the clutch, and the sports car started: "Chuci get in the car, you are a gentleman and I am not a lady."

Chu Ci smiled helplessly. It seems that he still needs to grasp the way of getting along between the two of them. The way of dealing with women is not very good for Qin Jun.

In the clothing store, Qin Jun and Chu Ci were busy for more than an hour before finally making a decision.

"The two of you are like living clothes racks. No matter how you design them, they look good. This relieves my pressure. Don't worry, I will design a unique dress for you." The man with a tear mole in the corner of his eye came from behind. Smiling and patted Qin Jun on the shoulder, he turned around and asked, "Have you measured the size?"

"Measured." The assistant tore off a sheet and handed it to Aron.

Aron smiled so much that his eyes curled up, his dark brown curly hair fell on his shoulders, and he signed the form and handed it to Qin Jun, "Sister Rou told me that the [-]th of next month will be your engagement day, and I'll get married on the [-]th." It can be done and sent to you, and if there are any problems that can be solved, you can take the list first."

"Well, it's troublesome." Qin Jun took the order, put it in his wallet and put it away. Chuci looked at his watch and said to Aron, "Sorry, we have some things to do later and won't stay."

Aron held his chin and looked back and forth between the two, feeling very sweet in his heart, "Where, it should be, you can rest assured that the dress is handed over to me!~"

Chuci’s mother, Su Yurou, is an internationally renowned photographer and knows many famous fashion designers. The designer Aron who designed the dresses for Qin Jun and Chuci this time was recommended by Su Yurou. Aron is a foreign Chinese. Studying design abroad, after more than ten years, he has won many awards in the design category, and he is responsible for both the engagement and wedding dresses of the two.

Aron sent them to the door, hummed softly and walked back to the house. He likes beautiful men, and the more beautiful the better, the better his mood. When he saw Qin Jun and Chu Ci just now, his inspiration was like a blowout, and his hands were itchy.

Not long after returning to the design studio to draw, the phone rang, and the call came from a string of unfamiliar numbers.

"Bai Chen."

Having not been called by this name for a long time, Aron was stunned for a moment, raised his legs after hearing the voice clearly, and joked, "Why are you contacting me when you have time?"

Jiang Bo said with a smiling voice: "Long time no see, I miss you."

Qin Jun went to buy some daily necessities and school supplies and drove all the way to Yingfeng Village in the east of the city, and went directly to Wang Honghai's home.

The yard is full of a pile of agricultural products, as well as some large and small woven bags. A few wooden boxes are placed upright on a small bench about knee height, and the old stickers on them are almost worn off. The photo in color is the urn of Wang Honghai's wife and several sons.

There is still dirt on the box that has not been wiped dry. I am afraid it was just dug out. It will be even more disturbing when the construction is completed in the future.

The courtyard door was not closed, but the room door was closed. Qin Jun knocked on the door and asked, "Uncle Wang, are you at home?"

No one answered in the house, Qin Jun turned his head and glanced at the things all over the floor, "His relative's ashes are placed in the yard, but he is not at home, did he go to the field?"

Chu Ci shook his head, pointed to a pile of agricultural equipment in the corner: "It's unlikely."

Qin Jun tried to push the door, creaked, the old door was pushed open by him, Qin Jun hesitated, walked into the room slowly, knocked on the door politely and asked: " Is anyone home?"

After waiting for a while, no one answered, Qin Jun turned his head and said to Chu Ci: "It seems that there is no one, today is in vain."

At this moment, the courtyard door was pushed open, Wang Honghai stopped his bicycle, and Wang Xiaoye, who was leaning on him with his back on his back, glanced at Qin Jun and Chu Ci, "What are you doing here?"

Fortunately, the game was not in vain, Qin Jun raised the things in his hand, "I'll come and see you with Chu Ci." His eyes fell on Wang Xiaoye, and he took the initiative to help Wang Honghai hug Wang Xiaoye, "What's wrong with the child?"

After all, Wang Honghai is old, and although Wang Xiaoye is thin and small, he is still a half-grown child. After Qin Jun took over Wang Xiaoye, Wang Honghai felt much more relaxed: "Two days ago, I fell into the river and had a fever, and I just went to the hospital to hang the water. "

Hearing this, Qin Jun touched Wang Xiaoye's head, it was very hot, "The fever hasn't gone away."

"Well, the potion can't be used too much. Later, I can put some wine on his body to reduce the fever. The doctor also prescribed pills."

Qin Jun carried Wang Xiaoye into the house and put him on the kang. Wang Xiaoye was very sad, blushing, panting.

"If it burns into pneumonia, it will be troublesome. Have you done a careful examination in the hospital?"

"It's done, it's okay." Wang Honghai glanced at the room, and didn't pay attention to Qin Jun. They went into the kitchen to find liquor: "I'm going to move recently, and the room is very messy. Find a place to sit by yourself."

Chu Ci put the things he bought on the ground, and sat with Qin Jun on the same bench as last time...

Seeing that Wang Xiaoye's condition was very strange, Qin Jun slightly raised his voice and said to Wang Honghai: "Uncle Wang, please send him back to the hospital for a check."

There was a crackling sound from inside, and Wang Honghai didn't know what he knocked over inside. After a while, he came out with half a barrel of the old village chief's liquor, a towel in his hand, and his steps were hurried and staggering.

"I've seen it, and the doctor said it's enough to reduce the fever."

"But what if the fever doesn't go away?"

Wang Honghai stripped Wang Xiaoye naked, and began to rub white wine on him.

"Grandpa... so uncomfortable..." The hot stimulation burned Wang Xiaoye's skin, and Wang Xiaoye, who was as red as a shrimp, moaned.

Wang Honghai was so distressed that his hands were shaking.

Wang Xiaoye coughed violently, as if she was about to be out of breath.